#cerebralbleu 01

[selfembodiment]

@cerebralbleu!

"Say, this place looks neat."

It's definitely way too close to closing time for the studio to have guests - particularly guests like Mahito. He kicks his feet at the front door of the building, hands braced beside him as he taps his foot on the concrete.

He had a flesh-and-blood body now. Maybe he could do something fun with it. He didn't know how tattoos would work with his Idle Transfiguration after all.

It was a special day to commemorate anyways.

"Are you the owner? What kind of work do you do here? I might be interested in getting something done."

[sinscythe]

@cerebralbleu

The stark contrast between the area surrounding the massive canyon of the Fibonacci ward and the downtown area continues to confuse him. The housings built upon old, old technology, versus the dizzying high-rising modern buildings. He didn't like either of them, yet found himself wandering outside time and time again, rather than closing himself within the small confinements of his room.

If he wouldn't move his body, the stiffness would return. Every morning feels like his joints are set in rigor mortis, as if whoever had brought him back to life had dragged him out of a grave with bare hands, haphazardly dusted the dirt off and told him to walk again.

Maybe it isn't far from the truth.

The sounds of the city surround him from every direction, his gaze distant and posture ever so slightly slouched down. Instead of numbing down his thoughts, the hassle makes it worse. How typical.

Seconds before his mind slips out of focus, his steps come to a sudden halt after nearly passing by who he'd thought to be yet another faceless stranger. Faintest frown tugs at his expression, the moment of realization reaching him seconds later.

There, in broad daylight, in the middle of the busy sidewalk - where others now had to awkwardly shuffle around him to walk past - Knives comes across a ghost of the past, someone who had been swallowed whole by the scorching sands of Gunsmoke.

[snowwhitelotus]

@cerebralbleu [x]

She's on the beach in Golden, in the midst of trying to imbue a bunch of crystals she'd purchased in Cotes ward. Four of them in a variety of pastel colors, laid out on the ground in front of her, meticulously crafted into rounded off wedge shapes. She doesn't have access to the technology that usually surrounded her nouliths, but she's not incapable of scrapping together a suitable focus.

That's all these could possibly be, until she gets the mounts back, this is the only way she could cast any proper magic... it just needed to WORK.

The crystals struggle to rise, every burst of her aether poured into them floating them a bit higher, only to drop again and clatter to the floor, having to use even more aether to gather them up again before they go rolling all over the ground and get lost.

"Again-" And the cycle repeats, this time getting them up quite a distance before losing control again, one of them flying off at a considerable amount of speed and almost colliding with whoever was approaching, thankfully catching it mid air and freezing it in place before it struck him... Though with his massive size, it likely would have barely had an effect. She's quick to rush over, though, gathering the crystals in her arm as she did and bringing the stray one back to her hand with a tug on invisible strings.

"Sorry about that- It didn't hit you, did it?"

[anghexescu]

@cerebralbleu

"You know Aurelius."

Now was he a friend of Aurelius or a foe? Sometime it was difficult to tell and most people didn't really have a good first impression with the guy. Still, Klaus couldn't find any negative emotions toward legato in regards to the Cherubim.

"A friend of Aurelius is a friend of mine," he says with a light bow. "My name is Klaus."

[phantommirrored]

@cerebralbleu

He really had to stop doing this. Sneaking in through the back of people's businesses was only going to end up in a liability, and while Shadow Link was pretty sturdy, he wasn't totally invincible. This would eventually come to bite him. But, as long as there was darkness, that always ensured he had a spot to hide.

Humming quietly to himself, Shadow carded through some of Legato's equipment until a curious object found its way into the Hylian's grip. It had a couple of switches and a pin at the end, and with a flip of the switch it came and buzzed to life. Clearly startling the teenager to fumble with the tattoo gun, until he just straight up dropped it, leaving the gun to buzz against the floor.

"Ah---! What the hell---!?" After that rush of adrenaline, he realized, he was supposed to be quiet while haunting places, and slapped his hand over his mouth, praying to whatever goddess that watches over this place...That the owner was NOT here!!

[plaguewares]

@cerebralbleu

Heavy, sealed crates had been delivered to the empty section of the old factory that housed Stigmata Studios for the last week, moved within almost as soon as they’d arrived. Each box was moved within by a shrouded figure, with little more than a hand truck to aid them.

The sounds of shuffling, sawing, muted hammering; the scents of paint, old paper, gunpowder, and metal carried over to the studio in the course of work and appointments.

An “arms dealer” was the consensus regarding the shopkeep’s trade.

The Merchant had managed to barter for a license, some tools, and a plot to grow reagents he needed to rebuild his collection… along with much needed capital to restart from scratch.

All things considered, the allowance was very generous.

The Merchant had already tested proof of concept in Spain, and was ready to unveil the big attraction (besides the arms and armor) to the public. So when a man named Legato sent a letter of good will, the Merchant returned in kind with an offer:

Stop by, see what he liked, if he had promotional material, he’d display it.

The door to the shop opens, and the knot of bells ring. The Merchant leans over the glass case he’d been polishing to look towards the lanky, looming, blue-haired man that strode through.

“Welcome, Stranger!”

[wingherc]

@cerebralbleu

｢𓆄｣ "Psssst, bro, can you check your ticket? I think they swapped our food..." Normally it wouldn't be a huge deal but...Hawks was really looking forward to his order, he got extra crispy chicken and would be very sad if he couldn't eat the thing he was looking forward to most!

[lighthouseforghosts]

@cerebralbleu / from here.

He hasn't been avoiding his roommate. On the contrary, he's noticed they have particularly difficult to align schedules for someone like him, who leaves often to scour the island for secrets and hidden spaces. He's almost ready to creep out into the branches beyond the main space.

He watches Legato drop sugar cubes into a steaming cup. His own is lukewarm, coffee from ages ago that he let sit and cool while tinkering with his things. The low light doesn't bother him, casting that backlit glow on his eyes that spoke of being able to see in the dark.

Rixian drums his fingers against the mug in his hands, giving a sly little smile when Legato mentions they have someone in common.

"Is that so? Well. Guess I'm finding my way into an interesting group of folks. I tend to be a little more truthful with people I see every day."

Legato makes mention that people don't stay long and he stretches his arms out, resting his elbows on his table.

"I'll be around for a while, I think - but you might not see me around much. I'm a bit of a wanderer. I just like having a place to lay my head. ....what about you? You come and go pretty often."